And shook the wave as the wind did sigh;
Above in the wind was the swallow,
Chasing itself at its own wild will,
And far thro' the marish green and still
The tangled water-courses slept,
Shot over with purple, and green, and yellow.
Hearke canst thou heare me? I will play the Swan,
And dye in Musicke: Willough, Willough, Willough....
Othello